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“What are these books?” I asked again. “And why did you bring so many?”

She sighed and began removing the remaining books, placing them in stacks on the floor beside her, sorting them in some mysterious way only she understood.

“They’re stories written by people and immortalized on paper. Some of these are hundreds of years old.”
That was the most Lily had said to me since I’d stood before her and told her who I was. I thumbed through the parchment I held. “This will burn quite easily. How does this make the story immortal?”

Rubbing her palms over her blue jean covered thighs, she tugged the sleeves of her hoodie. Earth clothing appeared to be soft and not very functional, and those were words I had learned in the last few hours. She looked up at me with a plea in her eyes and held out her hand. “It doesn’t matter. Just give that back, please.”

Please? Had she just said please?
Unable to deny her, I walked to her and placed the book in her outstretched hand. She took the item and twisted to place it behind her on the floor as I lifted another, similar looking book from the case, surprised to note there were six or seven more stacked beneath this one. All with the same name on the books’ sides.

“Darius!” Lily’s cheeks turned a very interesting shade of pink.

“Yes?” Interesting indeed. This book had a human name at the bottom of the thick cover. “Grace Goodwin. Her Cyborg Beast? The Colony?” I turned the rectangle over and absorbed the meaning of the words that covered the back side. I considered the ideas, wondering if my Cipher implant was malfunctioning. “Mated means pairbonded? For life?”

“Yes.” Lily lifted her hand to her face and covered her eyes. “Just give that back. Don’t worry about it.”

“Interstellar Brides? A colony? I did not know Earth had entered into any treaties or trade agreements with other worlds.” Was Velerion intelligence wrong about the small blue planet? Had Earth’s people made pacts we were unaware of?

“We haven’t. It’s fiction, okay? Make-believe.”

“Make me believe what, exactly?”

“It’s just a story. Imagination. None of it is true. It’s for entertainment. That’s all.”

“Interesting.”

“Not really. Just give it back.”

“Not yet.” I very much wanted to open this book and discover what human stories said of pairbonds and mating rituals.

With an irritated grumble, Lily had apparently decided her best course of action was to ignore me and devote her undivided attention to unpacking her cases and cases of books.

Which left me time to wonder at the entertainment I held in my hand. Lily appeared to be entertained by large males with bulging muscles and biosynthetic implants just below the skin. On the outside covering of the book, the male’s expression was serious and the words on the back spoke of war and torture. A beast of some kind.

Hoping to understand Lily a bit, I opened the book to a random page and began to read. The time I had spent in training simulations with Lily had accustomed my Cipher implant to reading in her language. However, the words shocked me. Made my body react with need. Lust. Desire. Everything I’d been fighting diligently to control since the moment I met Lily came roaring to life as the Beast man in the story boldly told his human female exactly what he would do to her body. The ways he would claim her. Fill her with his seed. Make her body writhe with pleasure. Pound his hard length into her wet heat and make her come over and over…

The book fell from my hands and landed with a soft thud on the floor.

This was what Lily had brought with her from Earth? Not clothing. Sentimental items. Jewelry. No. Lily had books full of hot, naked sex? Dominant males seducing their pairbonded females? Touching. Tasting. Claiming them for all time. The story had been told in the female’s perspective as her mate had filled her body. Touched her. Kissed her. The lust burning from the pages had me struggling to breathe. “Lily?”

“Yes?” Her clipped tone held little to no interest in my presence. She had moved on from organizing her books on the floor to placing them in groups inside the cabinets along the bedroom wall. As she’d done from the moment her wide eyes had landed on me with shock, she appeared to be doing anything and everything she could to ignore me.

This human female had already wrecked my carefully laid plan. Ruined everything. Nothing she did was expected. I had no idea what to say to her or how to approach her.

How to get her naked.

She’d barely spoken to me, but now she was humming, her soft, lilting voice going straight to my hard body in a caress I imagined would feel very much like the soft touch of her lips on my skin.
“Is that what you desire?”

“What are you talking about?” Her movements were quick. Stilted.

“The beast man in that story of yours. He took his female and held her against the wall, filled her body. Claimed her. Made her scream with release.”

“Oh, bloody hell.” She whispered under her breath but would not look at me.

“Lily? Answer me. Is. That. What. You. Want?” Because I was fully capable, eager, to take her against the wall and make her scream. The only name she would cry out would be mine.



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ELITE STARFIGHTER
© 2021 Grace Goodwin

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CHAPTER ONE

Darius, Moon Base Arturri, in orbit around Planet Velerion

I stood in the entrance to our newly assigned private quarters and watched Lily Wilson of Earth open one of the heavy cases she’d insisted we bring along. My pair-bonded female had been prepared and waiting for my arrival on Earth with five large cases stacked and waiting to go. Thinking I would need to introduce myself, explain about the training protocols, and seduce her, if necessary, to convince her to come back to Velerion with me, I’d been shocked when she’d opened her door, said my name, and shoved one of the cases toward me.

No argument. No questions. She’d simply said, “Darius. About time. Let’s go.”

Not exactly the welcome I’d been hoping for. No gasp of surprise. No inspection or questions. No touching or locked gazes. No kissing. Taking. Claiming.

Nothing to give away her thoughts or her mood. She was like a wall of ice, and I had yet to find a single crack in her composure.

“What are you doing? The general said to rest. Jamie and Mia cannot meet with you until tomorrow.” General Aryk had been the highest-ranking official on the base when I’d arrived with Lily. In fact, he was the highest ranking Velerion military officer we had and was head of the Galactic Alliance. He’d insisted we rest and informed us they were still cleaning up after a large operation to take back the planet Xenon and its moon base from Queen Raya and the Dark Fleet. They’d been successful, but there were still pockets of resistance on the surface keeping everyone busy. Including Lily’s friends, Mia and Jamie, the two additional Earth females who had earned Elite Starfighter ranks.

Lily glanced up at my question, looked from the bed to me, and hastily averted her gaze. “I’m not tired. And I want to unpack.”

Watching her now, I held back a groan as she leaned forward, the curves of her breasts taunting me where her clothing dipped low. Lily was softness and curves. Golden-brown hair, green and gold eyes. She was supposed to be mine. To fight beside me. To care about our war with the Xandraxians and Queen Raya. I hoped she would be eager to climb inside the Elite Starfighter Titan in which she would battle. Yet here she was, in the Vega Star System, twenty-five light-years from her former life, and she had not touched me. Had spoken my name only once. In fact, she only seemed to care about finding her two human friends.

To say I was confused would be an understatement. During our training simulations, Lily had been savage in battle, cursing in more languages than I could recall as she pounded enemies into dust.

I had expected Lily to be raw, fearless, her emotions and needs exposed. Instead I could not read her at all. She was like a wild animal hiding behind fortified walls. Watching me. Waiting. But for what? I had no experience with human females except her. And she was not behaving as I had expected. Perhaps I needed to try another tactic.

“What is in those cases? Stones?”

“Books.”

“What are books?” Lily’s body had successfully accepted the cipher implant injection, and we had been conversing, if awkwardly, the entire trip from Earth. Still, I did not know this term.

She opened the case, and I crouched to inspect the strange rectangular objects layered four or five deep inside. They appeared to be oddly thin sheets of parchment or canvas stacked and wrapped in thicker bits that covered the outside. They were made of many different colors and what I assumed were human names on the outside. The labels indicated topics ranging from war to philosophy to animals. One in particular caught my eye as it appeared to have a human pair bond engaged in some sort of mating ritual on the cover.

I grabbed the book, barely evading her attempt to swat my hand away. Now I was extremely interested in the contents. Holding the image this way and that to inspect it, I rose and walked over to lean my shoulder against the wall, giving her a bit of distance. She was jumpy. Nervous. Always on edge.

Her anxiety made me want to wrap my arms around her and hold her until she melted in my arms. Until she was mine.

“What are these books?” I asked again. “And why did you bring so many?”

She sighed and began removing the remaining books, placing them in stacks on the floor beside her, sorting them in some mysterious way only she understood.

“They’re stories written by people and immortalized on paper. Some of these are hundreds of years old.”

That was the most Lily had said to me since I’d stood before her and told her who I was. I thumbed through the parchment I held. “This will burn quite easily. How does this make the story immortal?”

Rubbing her palms over her blue jean–covered thighs, she then tugged the sleeve of her hoodie—which was decorated with the logo of her favorite university team—higher on her arm. Earth clothing appeared to be soft and not very functional, and those were all words I had learned in the last few hours. She looked up at me with a plea in her eyes and held out her hand. “It doesn’t matter. Just give that back, please.”

Please? Had she just said please?

Unable to deny her, I walked to her and placed the book in her outstretched hand. She took the item and twisted to place it behind her on the floor as I lifted another, similar looking book from the case, surprised to note there were six or seven more stacked beneath this one. All with the same name on the books’ sides.

“Darius!” Lily’s cheeks turned an interesting shade of pink.

“Yes?” Interesting indeed. This book had a human name at the bottom of the thick cover. “Grace Goodwin. Her Cyborg Beast? The Colony?” I turned the rectangle over and absorbed the meaning of the words that covered the back side. I considered the ideas, wondering if my cipher implant was malfunctioning. “Mated means pair bonded? For life?”

“Yes.” Lily lifted her hand to her face and covered her eyes. “Just give that back. Don’t worry about it.”

“Interstellar Brides? A colony? I did not know Earth had entered into any treaties or trade agreements with other worlds.” Was Velerion intelligence wrong about the small blue planet? Had Earth’s people made pacts we were unaware of?

“We haven’t. It’s fiction, okay? Make-believe.”

“Make me believe what, exactly?”

“It’s just a story. Imagination. None of it is true. It’s for entertainment. That’s all.”

“Interesting.”

“Not really. Just give it back.”

“Not yet.” I very much wanted to open this book and discover what human stories said of pair bonds and mating rituals.

With an irritated grumble, Lily apparently decided her best course of action was to ignore me and devote her undivided attention to unpacking her cases and cases of books.

Which left me time to wonder at the entertainment I held in my hand. Lily appeared to be entertained by large males with bulging muscles and biosynthetic implants just below the skin. On the outside covering of the book, the male’s expression was serious and the words on the back spoke of war and torture. A beast of some kind.

Hoping to understand Lily a bit, I opened the book to a random page and began to read. The time I had spent in training simulations with Lily had accustomed my cipher implant to reading in her language. However, the words shocked me. Made my body react with need. Lust. Desire. Everything I’d been fighting diligently to control since the moment I met Lily came roaring to life as the Beast man in the story boldly told his human female exactly what he would do to her body. The ways he would claim her. Fill her with his seed. Make her body writhe with pleasure. Pound his hard cock into her wet heat and make her come over and over…

The book fell from my hands and landed with a soft thud on the floor.

Fuck. This was what Lily had brought with her from Earth? Not clothing. Sentimental items. Jewelry. No.

Lily had books full of hot, naked sex? Dominant males seducing their pair-bonded females? Fucking. Tasting. Claiming them for all time. The story had been told in the female’s perspective as her mate had filled her body with his cock. Pumped into her. Touched her. Kissed her. The lust burning from the pages had me struggling to breathe.

“Lily?”

“Yes?” Her clipped tone held little to no interest in my presence. She had moved on from organizing her books on the floor to placing them in groups inside the cabinets along the bedroom wall. As she’d done from the moment her wide eyes had landed on me back on Earth, when I’d arrived at her living quarters, she appeared to be doing anything and everything she could to ignore me.

This human female had already wrecked my carefully laid plan. Ruined everything. Nothing she did was expected. I had no idea what to say to her or how to approach her.

How to get her naked.

She’d barely spoken to me, but fuck all that was holy, she was humming, her soft, lilting voice going straight to my hard cock.

“Is that what you desire?”

“What are you talking about?” Her movements were quick. Stilted. The humming became louder, as if she intended to drown out any answer I might give.

“The beast man in that story of yours. He took his female and held her against the wall, filled her with his cock. Made her scream with release.”

“Oh, bloody hell,” she whispered under her breath but would not look at me.

“Lily? Answer me. Is. That. What. You. Want?” Because I was fully capable, eager, to take her against the wall and make her scream. But the only name she would be calling out would be mine.

My name. Over and over. Until she knew exactly who had claimed her.

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Cormac of Styx Legion knows his value to his people. He is an enforcer, a weapon to be wielded. Nothing more. He is accepted but not loved. Feared but not welcomed. He is brutal, efficient and utterly alone.

When he receives a coded message claiming he has been matched with an Interstellar Bride, he knows the match must be a terrible miscalculation. When his bride turns out to be a young, innocent human, there is nothing he can do but protect her until the error can be corrected. Rogue 5 is no place for a naïve female, especially one as beautiful, sensitive and completely WRONG for him as Abigail Gregg.

Cormac vows to protect her. Shelter her. Hide his darkness. Make sure she is mated to a worthy male, not a killer. But gods help him, she won’t leave him the F#CK alone. She won’t stop tempting him to touch her. To tame her. To give in and take what he wants.

When Cormac—her ‘perfect’ matched mate—claims she’s a mistake, Abigail Gregg has had enough bullsh!t from men on every planet. If Cormac doesn’t want her, she’ll find someone she wants. A male with mountains of muscle, scars, tattoos, a rebel attitude, and fangs. God, yes please. A male with fangs who’s not afraid to bite.

In 3..2..1..
Vikens Kayson, Geros and Mal are not hers. She is not theirs. So why does their every touch set her on fire? Why is it so easy to give in to the pleasure they provide? She must play along. Nothing is real. Every magical touch, every gasp, is just part of the mission. When she begs for more, it's all part of the plan...isn't it?

Release Date: Jan. 30, 2023

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Chosen by the Vikens


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 Ms. Smith, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Miami, Florida

Don’t worry, she said.

Nothing will hurt, she said.

Only a formality…

Warden Egara was a liar. A brutal, cold, calculating…

“Look at me when I am fucking you, mate.” The command plucked a chord inside my chest like my heart was a guitar string, and that damn string ran directly to my clit. Wet heat at my core throbbed and felt heavy. Empty.

No. Not me. Not my body. Hers. Whoever this stranger was, I was somehow locked inside her mind, feeling what she was feeling.

Wanting what she did. Needing it.

Like me, this woman had some sass. “You aren’t fucking me yet. Not like he is.”

Like he is? What?

Someone shifted beneath me, a massive cock moving in and out of my ass just enough to make me drop my head back and moan. God, it was so big. So tight. So, wicked, decadent, hot and... forbidden.

I clenched my muscles around that cock and forced a moan from the throat of the man beneath me. A feminine satisfaction I had never once felt in real life filled me like a drug. But this wasn’t me. Right?

This body, this woman knew these men were hers and hers alone. There was no doubt. No shame. She laid on top of her lover, back pressed to his chest as he filled her from behind. As he plucked my—I mean her nipples. Growled in her ear. “You like that, mate? You want more?”

“Yes.” The answer was immediate.

I—she—whatever. I was here. Somehow, I was experiencing what was happening to someone else’s body. I had two lovers. One beneath me, holding me down as his hands played with my breasts, his cock buried inside me. The other stood before me, pre-cum leaking from the tip of his rigid length. My legs were spread wide. I was open and ready, so wet the air felt cold on my aching pussy.

Somehow I knew that he had just sucked me off, that his tongue and lips had worked my core, licked and sucked and devoured me until I exploded.

 I wanted that cock inside me. Now. Right now. Nothing less was going to satisfy me. I was an animal. Feral and needy. I’d heard the words basic bitch a thousand times and I was giving that stupid term a whole new meaning.

Lust was basic. Pleasure. I’d always dreamed about having more than one lover, but I’d never had the guts to try it out. I was an upstanding citizen. My momma took me to church every Sunday until I graduated from High School. I only had sex with someone I was dating and usually in the missionary position. I didn’t ask for more. I never told the handful of lovers I’d had what I really wanted. Because what I dreamed about was naughty. Filthy. Wrong.

Here I was, naked with a cock inside my ass and another about to fill my pussy.

I felt bad. So, so bad. Naughty.

I wanted more.

As if this ghost woman read my mind, she arched her back, driving the shaft inside deeper even as I felt the wet lips of my pussy open like a flower. “Please.”

The man before me cupped his cock, rubbing the pre-cum around the tip with his thumb. I looked up at him but couldn’t quite make out his face.

Damn it, I wanted to see his—

“That’s right, love. Beg.” He thrust deep in one slow, smooth motion that had me keening like a wild animal. I was so close…

“Not yet, love. Don’t you fucking come until you take all of us.” A man’s hand tunneled into my hair and angled my head back, my chin up and to the side. She gasped, but not in shock—as I was—but in anticipation. She knew this was coming.

I licked my lips and opened my mouth wide, reaching across the soft fabric for the muscled thigh I somehow knew would be there. He moved as I did, kneeling on one side of me, his foot placed on my opposite side, near my waist. There, easily within reach was a magnificent, massive cock attacked to six-pack abs and thighs so muscled they couldn’t be real. They just couldn’t be—

I reached for his cock and pulled him down to me. Licked the tip to tease him.

“Fuck. Suck me down. Do it now.”

As if for emphasis of that order, the two cocks buried in my body heaved forward to lift me closer. With a giggle that never would have come from my throat, she opened her mouth and took him throat deep in one go.

Holy shit.

“Now you may come, female. With your mates fucking you. You belong to us now.”

Belong? I didn’t belong to anyone. I was not property. I—

They moved. All three. Gently pulled back. Thrust deep.

Again.

They moved in rhythm as if they had done this a hundred times before. The hands on my nipples twisted just hard enough to burn but not hurt. The man fucking my pussy wrapped huge hands around my legs and held me open. The lover whose cock was in my mouth leaned over and took control of my wrists.

I was locked down. Trapped. There was nothing I could do but accept what they were doing to me. Take it.

Shame burned through me like wildfire through dry grass, but I couldn’t stop because she would not stop. They fucked me over and over, all three of them touching me with hot skin. I could hear their breathing and mine. Frantic. Out of control.

She didn’t feel any guilt or remorse. She had no second thoughts. She took them as if it was her right to feel this way, to want them all, to fuck them all.

God. I couldn’t imagine. But now I didn’t have to.

The orgasm roared through me like a freight train at full speed and I cried out around the cock in my mouth. My pussy and ass muscles clenched down, the tightness, the resistance making the muscle spasms inside me even stronger. There was a sharp sting as one of them gave a light swat to my bottom. It was perfect.

Yes… I was exploding into glitter. Burning to ash. There was nothing left of me but their cocks. Their hands. Emotion surged through me like a flash flood of joy. Lust.

Love.

Shit. That last one was definitely not me.

“Ms. Smith? Can you hear me?” The question was from a female voice, not male. The confusion pulled me away from my lovers. Their hands. Their cocks.

Nooo. The love the woman had for her lovers overwhelmed me like a dagger to my chest. My eyes burned. Tears rolled freely down my cheeks. It hurt. So bad.

“Ms. Smith? The testing is over. How are you feeling?”

Testing? I was taking a test?

“I know it is difficult, but you need to let go. Don’t fight the program.”

Program? I tried to blink. Focus. Nothing felt right. Or real.

“Ms. Smith? Can you hear me? You are at the Interstellar Brides Processing center. I am Warden Egara. We just completed your planetary assessment required to clear you for your mission.” A small, cool hand rested against my cheek for a moment, then my forehead.

“Yes. I can hear you.” Damn it. Mission. One word and it all came flooding back to me. I sounded like I’d eaten half a can of nails and not yet recovered. Smith wasn’t my real name, but I wasn’t sharing that bit of information either.

“Excellent.”

“Water.”

“Of course.” I blinked the woman into focus as she used a nod of her head to order someone to bring me water. At least, that’s what I thought she was doing. I’d get the water myself, but I was strapped down to a chair that looked like it belonged in the horror story version of getting a tooth pulled. Of course, any trip to the dentist was a nightmare for me. Total nightmare.

I laughed at myself. Idiot. I could be shot at by international criminals and mercenaries without batting an eye. Put me in a dentist’s chair and I needed laughing gas and a sedative.

Ironic. That was the word I was looking for.

“Ms. Smith. The water?”

I brought myself back to the room and found one of Warden Egara’s minions holding a small plastic cup full of water to my lips. Grateful, I leaned forward and did my best to drink it as she poured. In the end, I only had a few drops soaking the chest area of my processing gown. I considered that a win.

“Thanks.”

“Of course.” The young women smiled at me briefly before nodding at the warden and exiting the room. The finality of the locking noise I heard when the door closed had my hands in fists. Here we go.

“Well?” I leaned forward as far as the wrist bindings would allow. “Did I pass your little test?” I was the fifth agent they’d brought here for this assignment. The first four women had never come back.

“Indeed. You are the first to be compatible with Viken.”

“Great.” I’d passed. Now she could get on with this—“What do you mean, I’m the first? What happened to the other four agents? They never reported back. I assumed they went to Viken as well.”

“Oh, no.” Warden Egara smiled at me like I had missed the punchline of some joke.

“Then why didn’t they come back?”

“They accepted their matches and left Earth behind to claim their mates.”

“They what?” Was this a bad joke? “I knew Agent Spinoza. She never would have abandoned her job like that. No way.”

“Maria Spinoza was matched to Trion and completed her processing and transport yesterday. I am sure her mate has claimed her by now.”

“On Trion?” I’d heard of the planet. I’d. been debriefed on all the various alien civilizations, their males and…lifestyles. I tried to imagine my friend, Maria, tied up and helpless as a massive alien’s big cock slammed deep.

My pussy did a little dance inside me. Again. The idea of being tied up turned me on almost as much as the three on one sex-capade I’d been experiencing in my own processing test.

“Of course.” The warden smiled. “She was a ninety-six percent match.”

Of course she was. Jeez. I wondered what percentage success the magic matching machine—alien computer—had given my match to Viken. I opened my mouth to ask, then stopped. No. I didn’t want to know. The less I knew the better.

Didn’t matter how hot my fellow agents turned out to be. Absolutely didn’t matter that I was going to have to pretend to belong to three males on one of the most primitive planets I’d ever heard of.

Semen that makes a woman crazed and obsessed with having more sex? Yeah, I’d read the brief on Viken. Society. Biology. Everything the agency had on them—and it was a lot. I’d pored over every detail. Committed it to memory.

These aliens were going to be keeping their jizz to themselves. I wasn’t staying…


***

Will ‘Ms. Smith’ stick to her guns when confronted with three hotter-than-hell Viken warriors who want her naked? Hmmm? Call me crazy, but I don’t think so…

~Grace

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"A full length novel by Grace Goodwin in her b3sts3lling Interstellar Brides® series. A new mission in the long awaited, fiery HOT world of Viken, it's a must read for sci-fi romance lovers!" ~Author BB


Chosen? Hardly. Kayson, Geros and Mal are not hers.

She is not theirs. So why does their every touch set her on fire?

Why is it so easy to give in to the pleasure they provide?

She must play along. Nothing is real.

Every magical touch, every gasp, is just part of the mission. When she begs for more, it's all part of the plan...isn't it?

And falling in love with all three of them? Absolutely forbidden.



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3 Viken warriors trying to seduce her..

A band of assassins who want to kill her..

And exactly when did this mission become a battle for her heart?



Chosen by the Vikens


Chosen? Hardly. Kayson, Geros and Mal are not hers.

She is not theirs. So why does their every touch set her on fire?

Why is it so easy to give in to the pleasure they provide?

She must play along. Nothing is real.

Every magical touch, every gasp, is just part of the mission. When she begs for more, it's all part of the plan...isn't it?

And falling in love with all three of them? Absolutely forbidden.

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